Remus makes a sound of agreement. "Probably. Though I doubt the guards would really allow it." 'Corporate drone' won't mean a lot to him yet. It's only 1982 where he's from and it's not become quite the thing it will later.

He looks around again. "I don't suppose they've provided anything other than the terrible cake?" Since he's still back near the door and it's difficult to see through the press of people.